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i feel more pressured trying to write while my sleep meds kick in than i did when i was given a deadline worth a grade in college.
hey all :)
prayer request:
i am currently writing a book and i want all i do to honour God. I'm unsure about a few things I wrote due to the nature of the book and this is the last call before finalizing the manuscript. So this edit I'm doing is the last.
i would like clarity and strength to delete things that don't honour God.
thanks :):)
forgetting you.
again and again
I turn to face you
only to see nothing but a mere
wisp
of a shadow
in the doorway
of a house i have yet to recognize.
again and again
I forget
that i left you
and God placed me in a new home
elsewhere
and that you are now part
of my past.
-Ophelia Blackwell
“I want to trust but it scares the skin off my bones.”
— Tahereh Mafi.
Midnight sunset season in Finland & my photobomber, Togepi
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do you see it?
my heart on my sleeve?
I'm watching it bleed...
blood runs out from everywhere.
i can't stop crying.
-Ophelia Blackwell
thesaurus.com is my new favourite website.
Sorrow Over Broken Bones
It seems that every night
I collapse,
my daily façade, falling.
My memories detonate
within me.
My heart is ripped open by
everything you’ve ever done
and everything I never said.
The night suddenly weighs that much more
and my anger forms like a diamond.
It cuts me from the inside out.
My tears run like blood.
Faults, regrets, hurts, and betrayals;
streaming down my face.
I hold my hands to my eyes,
I press down, as if I can suppress myself.
Keep myself
from…myself.
Nails to my skin,
lining up scars on the inside
to whatever blood I manage to draw on the outside.
This is what the night sky is witness to.
Almost every moonrise,
my anger, my grief, and myself collide
at full force.
If I did not cry,
I would simply shatter;
everything in me would fracture.
It is from experience
that I prefer sorrow
over broken bones.
-Ophelia Blackwell
Also applies to "AI" "artists" and "musicians."
"lost friends"
except i didn't lose you.
i lost myself.
-Ophelia Blackwell
i never thought of you as toxic.
but then i thought about the word,
toxic.
when something is toxic,
it's poisonous.
harmful.
it especially relates to deadly toxins.
you didn't kill me,
but it feels like you killed something in me.
i should have noticed.
i should have left sooner.
i should have noticed.
but a lot of toxins are invisible
-Ophelia Blackwell
i am not my mental illness.
Don’t use AI to write. Use childhood trauma like a real poet.